"Dart Throwing" lyrics
Cappadonna Lyrics
(feat. Method Man & Raekwon)
[Raekwon the Chef]
Let's get it on Kokomo
John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird
Yeah
Another Persian legacy
[Method] The Iron Lung
[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo yeah
Yeah, yo, yo
Dart throwing, yo aiming at your nostril, Aéropostale
Sword rocking halibut steak we chopping
Militia, eight to nine generals at one time
Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line
Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater
My nigga drop lost a stripe like Adidas
Shit is deep, the bridge still burning
The long time earning, just got snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seeing me bleeding, jet off in
The Lex skin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method Man]
I dig my life experiences, wrap it up
In twelve inches, keeping my defenses
Put it up in raw trenches, holding court on the park benches
In the ghetto serving life sentence
Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozing
Stop acting like it's me losing, peep my modern day
Pompeii on city streets, the Sun pack heat
In Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itching
Once again plot thicken, and you succumb
To the will of the slum bite your tongue
Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one
Guilty by association, stank bitch
Wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass
Let them players flash, and trick on they cash
On your funky ass I only buy shit that last
A lifetime I write rhyme, chipping through
The pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty
In a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti
Head heavy, with deadly medleys
[Cappadonna]
I opened up my rap Bible, then the light came
Over the children, as it began to rain
I started building, spoke many times before
But didn't score, my reading was poor
Injected with the Devil's English, I extinguish
And approach all homonyms, shit in your brain
Wipe my ass with the phenomenons, be holy
Or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia
Left y'all petrol, my dance-hall standoff
Rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?
Beware my psycho, lime piece tec-o leggo
Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real
Peace out bro
[Method Man]
Tical
Eyes as diamonds, time again
Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen
Give it to em raw, give it to em raw
Down to the fucking floor, up to the roof with the proof
Meth-Tical mad, goddamn!
Hahahaha, right
Motherfuckers
Let's get it on Kokomo
John John Blazeini, Donna J-Bird
Yeah
Another Persian legacy
[Method] The Iron Lung
[Raekwon the Chef]
Yo yeah
Yeah, yo, yo
Dart throwing, yo aiming at your nostril, Aéropostale
Sword rocking halibut steak we chopping
Militia, eight to nine generals at one time
Fine we blend wine, go beyond one line
Spot the snakeskin, Dunn was scaley
Chopped his head off fuhrilly, sit back, crack the Bailey's
Wetter than white milk, grab the quilt - that's the heater
My nigga drop lost a stripe like Adidas
Shit is deep, the bridge still burning
The long time earning, just got snatched by more Germans
Europeans are seeing me bleeding, jet off in
The Lex skin, goggles, Louis Rich Sweden
[Method Man]
I dig my life experiences, wrap it up
In twelve inches, keeping my defenses
Put it up in raw trenches, holding court on the park benches
In the ghetto serving life sentence
Mass confusion in New York, on these city sidewalks
Busy sidewalks, there's no snoozing
Stop acting like it's me losing, peep my modern day
Pompeii on city streets, the Sun pack heat
In Hell's Kitchen, time to get money finger itching
Once again plot thicken, and you succumb
To the will of the slum bite your tongue
Burn a bush with the Iron Lung, pay dirt to no one
Guilty by association, stank bitch
Wanna give me some, nappy nasty -- I pass
Let them players flash, and trick on they cash
On your funky ass I only buy shit that last
A lifetime I write rhyme, chipping through
The pipeline then it's flight time, that's when I'm jetty
In a fifty-seven Chevy, gassed on my own Getti
Head heavy, with deadly medleys
[Cappadonna]
I opened up my rap Bible, then the light came
Over the children, as it began to rain
I started building, spoke many times before
But didn't score, my reading was poor
Injected with the Devil's English, I extinguish
And approach all homonyms, shit in your brain
Wipe my ass with the phenomenons, be holy
Or get shot down with the Moet-o, kid encyclopedia
Left y'all petrol, my dance-hall standoff
Rap like Peter Metro, echo echo, what?
Beware my psycho, lime piece tec-o leggo
Uniform flow, stay strong black my shit is real
Peace out bro
[Method Man]
Tical
Eyes as diamonds, time again
Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen
Give it to em raw, give it to em raw
Down to the fucking floor, up to the roof with the proof
Meth-Tical mad, goddamn!
Hahahaha, right
Motherfuckers
